Thursday morning's walk.
With the temperature registering 19 below zero, I've been experiencing deja vu from my arctic days.

February 8, 2018 - Thursday evening

-5 degrees/partly cloudy/calm winds

Pentoga Road

I thought I'd write tonight since I'll be riding back to Iron Mountain Friday morning with Sargie to retrieve the Blazer. I went over late this afternoon to keep her company on the ride home.

Cold? My nose has been frostbitten more than once this past week and the way it's peeling, I may have no nose left in another day or two. Failing to find my arctic mask that protects my face this morning, I grabbed a dust mask from the shop. 

I did find the mittens I used during my years in Alaska. Fur on the outside, I was devastated when the palms wore through from hanging onto the snowmobile grips for hours at a time.  The remedy lie in finding a discarded suede jacket in Kotzebue, cutting it into pieces, and sewing new palms onto the mittens with eighty pound test fishing line.

Once home, the rest of the day was spent either making or painting flowers for the new vases.

I turned on the heat in the shop and eventually moved out there to turn wooden flowers on the lathe.

It was cold enough that the spray paint used on the flowers was slow to dry. I placed them in front of the propane heater and the problem was solved.

Late afternoon arrived and I grew tired of playing with flowers. There are still more to paint, others to finish, but with the shadows beginning to get long, I called it good enough for the day.

After meeting Sargie in Iron Mountain, we made our way to a drive-through Mexican eatery and enjoyed a great quesadilla each on the way home.

This evening has been a relaxed one. Since Sargie opens Friday morning, we'll be up early which means bedtime is close at hand.

I've got an errand or two to run in Iron Mountain in the morning before returning home. After, I hope to begin designing some new flower and strawberry planters to build for this coming summer. As soon as the temperatures rise enough that I can work in the barn, I'll begin building those, hopefully sooner rather than later.

After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

My Sargie